Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
As I gaze into Aria’s cornflower blue eyes, I decide that I can do it. After all, it’s been years since I was with Mabel. Almost a decade in fact, and I’m a changed man. I can handle a virgin. I can stroke a woman’s sweet, untouched curves, and then also manage the tender aftercare that needs to occur once we’re done. I can look into Aria’s eyes and say the things that need to be said because the truth is that she’s wonderful. This girl is intelligent, sweet, and ripe, and now I can’t not be in her.
“You’re going to be fine, honey,” I assure her in a growl. “Just think of me as your daddy.”
She nods and bites her lip, her long lashes lowering to cover those innocent baby blues for a moment. But then she looks up once more, her gaze full of innocence mixed with want and desire.
“Okay Daddy,” she murmurs. “But I just want to make sure you know that this is my first time, and I’m not on anything. Do you want to use some type of protection? I know it’s not romantic to bring this up,” she says hesitantly. “But we have to, otherwise there will be a baby.”
My heart sinks even as my cock grows because Aria does that to me. The thought of seeding her while spraying her with my virility is absolutely tantalizing and has me as hard as a steel rod because I know she’s unprotected. The realization that this blonde goddess is ripe, fertile, and luscious has me straining to be in her as soon as possible, enjoying those swollen pink folds.
And yet it’s wrong not to use protection because she’s so innocent. After all, Aria’s never been with another man, and given the generous width of her hips and the lush softness of her breasts, I know that she’s built for carrying a child. If I’m not careful, she’ll get pregnant from just one drop, although that thought fills with me with irrational joy.
What the fuck? Irrational joy? What the hell am I thinking? I shouldn’t even be here right now, kissing this sumptuous teen girl as she lies on the floor of my office. Hell, is the office door even locked? But as I enjoy Aria’s tantalizing mouth, I realize I don’t give a fuck. I need her so badly that I’m willing to risk it all.
“It’s going to be fine,” I rasp against her mouth while slowly pushing the heavy sweatshirt over her breasts. “I know how to do this. I’ll pull out of you at the last minute so that I come over your breasts and tummy. How about that?”
She bites her lip and then her eyes close and she moans as I tweak a sweet nipple. Oh god, her flesh is so generous and soft, yet the tip hard and aroused.
“Do you promise?” she whispers breathlessly, her hips bucking against mine now. “Do you promise to pull out, Daddy?”
I look into those blue depths and fall into them like a man out of his mind.
“I promise, honey. I’ll pull out when the time comes.”
And with that, our lovemaking begins.
5
Aria
After Roland promises to pull out, I feel myself go liquid and soft beneath his touch. Suddenly, I’m a bundle of need and I crave his hardness inside me. Of course, I’ve seen movies and read romance novels before. I know what it’s like, albeit virtually, to be ensconced in a handsome man’s strong arms as he devours you like a hungry animal. But somehow, being with Roland is a thousand times that. He’s possessive, huge, and heat emanates from his body, making me desperately wet and needy.
“Oh please,” I murmur, twisting beneath his touch as his hand skims over the hardness of my nipples. “Yes, there.”
A harsh flush decorates his cheekbones.
“Like this?” he asks, tweaking one of the sensitive peaks. I almost lose it, right then and there, as hot jolts of energy go straight from my tip to my cunt.
“Yesss!” I scream. “Oh god, more!”
He merely chuckles deep in his throat before pulling the sweatshirt over my head and then stripping off my jeans and panties too.
“God you’re so beautiful, Aria,” he breathes while staring at my trembling curves on the red rug. “Why the hell do you cover yourself up with these shapeless rags?”
I laugh shakily.
“I don’t know, I guess I’m just self-conscious. Whenever I wear a swimsuit, the boys stare so much at my out-sized assets that it makes me uncomfortable. It’s hard to walk around with men’s eyes trailing me at every step, you know. I guess I wear sweats to blend in better.”
His navy eyes gleam as his gaze roves over my curves.
“Sweetheart, I can see why you do it. It’s obvious and I couldn’t agree more. Keep these covered up so that they’re for my eyes only. Are these Double Ds?” he asks reverently before jiggling one of my girls to make it bounce.